Sarah Stalder Poems

I'm a master of social illiteracy
A song out of rhythm no playing it coy
Thought and action contradictory
A gambit I never learned how to employ
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Not for public consumption these tattered pieces of me nor waving in the wind.

Whatever
you
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On my knees, without the strength I need to pretend
Deconstructed, will I ever learn?
Fleeing pain, run straight into myself once again
Moth to flame, held captive as I burn.
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This is a reworking of the original, I was in a foul mood that day...still not sure which I prefer.

On my knees, without the strength I need to pretend
Decinstructed, will I ever learn?
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